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"Those We Left Behind", Publisher: Vintage, 2016 m, 376 pusl. Stuart Neville.
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Blood has always been thicker than water for two Northern Irish brothers caught in the Belfast foster system, but a debt of past violence will be paid by not just them, but also by those they left behind.

Ciaran Devine, who made Belfast headlines seven years ago as the “schoolboy killer, is about to walk free. At the age of twelve, he confessed to the brutal murder of his foster father his testimony mitigated the sentence of his older brother, Thomas, who was also found at the crime scene, covered in blood. But DCI Serena Flanagan, the only officer who could convince a young, frightened Ciaran to speak, has silently harbored doubts about his confession all this time.

Ciarans release means several things: a long-anticipated reunion with Thomas, who still wields a dangerous influence over his younger brother the call-to-action of a man bent on revenge for his fathers death and major trouble for Ciarans assigned probation officer. Meanwhile, Serena Flanagan has just returned to the force from her battle with breast cancer, only to endure the pitying looks of her coworkers and a mountain of open case files. She will soon discover that even closed cases can unleash terror on the streets of Belfast.
From the Hardcover edition.
About the Author:
Stuart Neville is the author of five other books: Ratlines, shortlisted for the CWA Ian Fleming Steel Dagger for Best Thriller Collusion, a finalist for the Los Angeles Times Book Prize Stolen Souls, which The Guardian said “confirms him as the king of Belfast noir The Final Silence, nominated for the Edgar Award for Best Novel The Ghosts of Belfast, winner of the Los Angeles Times Book Prize and a finalist for the Macavity Award, the Barry Award, and the Anthony Award for Best First Novel and So Say the Fallen. He lives in Belfast.
From the Hardcover edition.

When Paula Cunningham heard the news about the boys release, she knew the case would fall to her. She had felt no surprise when Edward Hughes called her to his office. The file had been waiting for her on the bosss desk, half an inch of reports, assessments and evaluations. It pulled a bitter curse from her throat.
City centre traffic hummed and rattled beneath Hughess window, car horns sounding, someone whistling for a taxi. She turned the pages while Hughes chewed a pen at the other side of the desk.
A single photograph of Ciaran Devine at the front, hollow eyes and blank face, a little boy long gone.
Theyd used the same picture in the Sunday red top shed read at the weekend. Schoolboy Killer to Be Released, the headline had screamed above a half-page story.
She knew as soon as she saw it. Just knew.
“Any way out of this? she asked.
Hughes shook his head. “None at all. The young fella needs your experience.
“What about Terry Grimes?
“Terrys tied up. Its your case, and thats all there is to it. You can handle him. Hes been good as gold on his temporary releases. Tom Wheatley at the hostel says he was no bother at all when he stayed over.
The boy would have had excursions accompanied by one of his case managers. Shopping trips, a meal at McDonalds, a walk in the park. Finally, they would have allowed him a night in the hostel off the Saintfield Road, in the south of the city.
She pictured him sitting in the small, clean room, perhaps counting coins in the palm of his hand, trying to grasp the simple acts other people took for granted. Going to a shop counter, asking for what he wanted, saying please and thank you.
Cunningham remembered taking a lifer called Brian to a newsagents. He had mumbled, “Polo mints, please. The shopkeeper had set the sweets on the counter. Brian, who had strangled his girlfriend to death after a drinking binge, had grabbed the packet, dropped a twenty-pound note in its place, and walked out of the shop.
When shed caught up with him, his change in her hand, Cunningham asked why.
Brian had stood there on the pavement, blinking tears from his eyes, before he said, “Cause I dont know what they cost.
Remove a man from the world for years then drop him back into it, expecting him to simply pick up where he left off. It doesnt work. Hell be lost. And Ciaran Devine would be no different.
Cunningham had entered the Probation Service twelve years ago, not long after gaining her MSc in clinical psychology. As a postgraduate student, she had spent summers working on the wards of psychiatric units, then a year in Maghaberry prison, counselling inmates. She had learned things in those days that would stay with her until her last breath, like the terrible cost of casual violence, and how poorly the system dealt with those who inflicted